Luyện nghe bài hát The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Way out in Old Nevada, where the waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the ponies grow;
Where the "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers
It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Ball."
(whoo!)

The boys had left the and come to town in piles;
The ladies"kinda scatterin'"had in for miles..
The room was out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the boys looked treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, stampede,"
And the music sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Their leader was a that came from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled
He had the that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em men.
"Saloot yer lovely now swing an' let 'em go,
"Climb the vine 'round 'emall hands do-ce-do!
"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, The Cowboys' Ball

Don't tell me cotillions, or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Ol' Bill.

McAllister nowhere, when Windy leads the show,
I've 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya, and I'll recall,
That gaited sworray"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

Oh, Bill, I forget ya, and I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray"The Christmas Ball."